Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, except Anya. Tammy owns all of
the other characters. I only own Anya and the plot.
One Small Slip in Time
Prologue
Can Change
Introduction
Have you ever heard of an alternate reality zone? Some people call them parallel universes; others call them futures that were never meant to be. They are things that could have been, but are not real. One small thing made what it could have been disappear, once the opportunity passed, it faded out of existence.
My point is that one small mistake or change can set off a bunch of chain reactions that could change the very course of time. The title of this fic is One Small Slip in Time because that is what this fic is about, one thing that was done in this fic that wasn't done in Tammy's books set off a bunch of chain reactions and screwed up fate.
One small slip in time can change a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a lifetime, the world and everything as we know it can come to a screeching halt.
On with the fic!
Anya Dezzi is a palace maid. She has a tall willowy figure, brown skin, black hair, and green eyes. Her ma died in a freak accident when she was very young, and she never knew my pa. As a result, Anya had a very lonely life. She is fourteen now, and her sister died a few days ago.
This morning the head maid snapped at me to get over my grief and to get back to work. I did as I was told, because I knew I couldn't lose my job. Anya walked to my first cleaning task like a puppet whose strings have been cut. I wandered mindlessly through the hallways until she reached the Duke of Conte's (A/N: can anyone tell me how to put the accent mark thing above the E?) suite of rooms.
The cleaning maid walked up the stairs and slid the key into the slot. As she opened the door the first thing she realized was that the window was open. The fourteen year old saw the fire go out as she hurried to close the window. Anya glanced around his suite of rooms in disgust. She saw dirty clothes set in a pile by his bed, a clean pile next to his wardrobe, an unmade bed in the corner, and a disorderly stack of papers on his desk.
Anya quickly walked around, picking up the dirty clothes and putting them into a bag. Next, she put the clean clothes back into the wardrobe and changed his bedclothes. As Anya was walking over to the fireplace to dust the ashes out, she knocked the papers off his desk and into the empty fireplace. The maid quickly ran over to take them out, pleased that the fire had gone out so the papers weren't burned up.
As Anya picked them up she noticed that there was writing on the paper.* Tis a shame I can't read* Anya thought to herself as she put the papers back in what she hoped was the right order. Then she cleaned the fireplace picked up my supplies and left to her next job.
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Duke Roger of Conte walked up to his rooms and opened the door. Roger practically ran over to his desk, picked up his papers, and went into his workroom. Smiling evilly, he placed wards on his workroom.
"So at last my plans finally come into action," He quietly murmured to himself. "I can set off my plans to take over Tortall and the throne."
Then Roger walked over to the table beside the fountain and picked up the veil that contained everything needed for his plan. It held a mirror, just a small mirror the size of your palm, a vial of nightshade, a deadly plant, foxglove, another plant, a vial of the deadliest poison known to man, a small knife, and wax figures of all the people that could be a threat to him; Lord Provost, Duke Gareth, the King, the Queen, Jonathon, Sir Myles, Duke Baird, and Squire Alan.
Each figures hair was real, once belonging to the person the figure represented. Roger laid the figures out in front of him, and then he picked up the mirror and looked into it. He saw flashes of what each of the people were doing; Alan studying a book on magic, Lord Provost asleep at his desk, Sir Myles reading some paperwork, Jon chatting with some of his friends, Roald and Lianne talking quietly together, and Baird sorting some healing plants.
Roger's eyes flicked over each vision, calmly wondering how he would finish each of them off. *Should I let any of them live, or do to many of them know too much to live?* Roger wondered to himself. He looked down at his papers and smiled, they contained words of power and ingredients for a powerful spell, a horrible spell that he planned to use soon.
Roger picked up his stick of charcoal and wrote Duke Gareth underneath it. Gareth was too risky and nosey to live. The King, Queen, and Prince, would of course have to die, so their names joined Gareth's on the paper. Sir Myles, Duke Baird, and Lord Provost's figures went back into the veil; he would watch them to see if he needed to dispose of them.
Roger turned to the last figure. It was Squire Alan, a mere boy who suspected him. What should he do with him? He was not going to have the same fate as Gareth that was for certain. Roger grinned as an idea can to him. He quickly scribbled it down and walked over to the figure of the Queen and picked it up. He moved over to the fountain and dropped the figure of the Queen in it.
So it begins.
A/N: I hope you liked the prologue. I case you were wondering, in this fic Roger opened the window, which put out the fire, so his plans weren't destroyed. In Tammy's books, the window was closed, so the plans were destroyed (I just made that up). REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is my first fan fic so I would gladly welcome some constructive criticism.
One Small Slip in Time
Prologue
Can Change
Introduction
Have you ever heard of an alternate reality zone? Some people call them parallel universes; others call them futures that were never meant to be. They are things that could have been, but are not real. One small thing made what it could have been disappear, once the opportunity passed, it faded out of existence.
My point is that one small mistake or change can set off a bunch of chain reactions that could change the very course of time. The title of this fic is One Small Slip in Time because that is what this fic is about, one thing that was done in this fic that wasn't done in Tammy's books set off a bunch of chain reactions and screwed up fate.
One small slip in time can change a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a lifetime, the world and everything as we know it can come to a screeching halt.
On with the fic!
Anya Dezzi is a palace maid. She has a tall willowy figure, brown skin, black hair, and green eyes. Her ma died in a freak accident when she was very young, and she never knew my pa. As a result, Anya had a very lonely life. She is fourteen now, and her sister died a few days ago.
This morning the head maid snapped at me to get over my grief and to get back to work. I did as I was told, because I knew I couldn't lose my job. Anya walked to my first cleaning task like a puppet whose strings have been cut. I wandered mindlessly through the hallways until she reached the Duke of Conte's (A/N: can anyone tell me how to put the accent mark thing above the E?) suite of rooms.
The cleaning maid walked up the stairs and slid the key into the slot. As she opened the door the first thing she realized was that the window was open. The fourteen year old saw the fire go out as she hurried to close the window. Anya glanced around his suite of rooms in disgust. She saw dirty clothes set in a pile by his bed, a clean pile next to his wardrobe, an unmade bed in the corner, and a disorderly stack of papers on his desk.
Anya quickly walked around, picking up the dirty clothes and putting them into a bag. Next, she put the clean clothes back into the wardrobe and changed his bedclothes. As Anya was walking over to the fireplace to dust the ashes out, she knocked the papers off his desk and into the empty fireplace. The maid quickly ran over to take them out, pleased that the fire had gone out so the papers weren't burned up.
As Anya picked them up she noticed that there was writing on the paper.* Tis a shame I can't read* Anya thought to herself as she put the papers back in what she hoped was the right order. Then she cleaned the fireplace picked up my supplies and left to her next job.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Duke Roger of Conte walked up to his rooms and opened the door. Roger practically ran over to his desk, picked up his papers, and went into his workroom. Smiling evilly, he placed wards on his workroom.
"So at last my plans finally come into action," He quietly murmured to himself. "I can set off my plans to take over Tortall and the throne."
Then Roger walked over to the table beside the fountain and picked up the veil that contained everything needed for his plan. It held a mirror, just a small mirror the size of your palm, a vial of nightshade, a deadly plant, foxglove, another plant, a vial of the deadliest poison known to man, a small knife, and wax figures of all the people that could be a threat to him; Lord Provost, Duke Gareth, the King, the Queen, Jonathon, Sir Myles, Duke Baird, and Squire Alan.
Each figures hair was real, once belonging to the person the figure represented. Roger laid the figures out in front of him, and then he picked up the mirror and looked into it. He saw flashes of what each of the people were doing; Alan studying a book on magic, Lord Provost asleep at his desk, Sir Myles reading some paperwork, Jon chatting with some of his friends, Roald and Lianne talking quietly together, and Baird sorting some healing plants.
Roger's eyes flicked over each vision, calmly wondering how he would finish each of them off. *Should I let any of them live, or do to many of them know too much to live?* Roger wondered to himself. He looked down at his papers and smiled, they contained words of power and ingredients for a powerful spell, a horrible spell that he planned to use soon.
Roger picked up his stick of charcoal and wrote Duke Gareth underneath it. Gareth was too risky and nosey to live. The King, Queen, and Prince, would of course have to die, so their names joined Gareth's on the paper. Sir Myles, Duke Baird, and Lord Provost's figures went back into the veil; he would watch them to see if he needed to dispose of them.
Roger turned to the last figure. It was Squire Alan, a mere boy who suspected him. What should he do with him? He was not going to have the same fate as Gareth that was for certain. Roger grinned as an idea can to him. He quickly scribbled it down and walked over to the figure of the Queen and picked it up. He moved over to the fountain and dropped the figure of the Queen in it.
So it begins.
A/N: I hope you liked the prologue. I case you were wondering, in this fic Roger opened the window, which put out the fire, so his plans weren't destroyed. In Tammy's books, the window was closed, so the plans were destroyed (I just made that up). REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is my first fan fic so I would gladly welcome some constructive criticism.